I keep thinking about this purse that I used to have. I went in search of it last night, but couldn’t find it anywhere.

Did I sell it? I don’t remember.


I don’t think so, though. So where the hell is it? My daughter doesn’t carry a purse, so that isn’t the answer. I have to keep looking for it. It’s brown leather and bigger than the one I am using right now.

I bought it at the flea market a few years back. The lady seemed ashamed that she was selling it for such a low price.

“My daughter is gonna be so mad at me.”

Listen lady, I give no shits about your daughter. Just hand over the purse, here’s the $5.00.

And now I can’t find the damn thing.

It has to be in this house somewhere. I’ll keep looking.

Has this ever happened to you?